Okay. Six months ago I had my nose pierced. I really liked it - liked it so much I decided it was time to replace that not expensive initial nose stud with something more festive - like a real diamond. I searched, found what I wanted from an amazing company in England and sent for it. It came this morning. YAY! I popped the old one out and then ... couldn't get the new one in. I tried for half an hour. I yelled at it. Then I called an expert: "Nicole, are you busy?" "No, just doing homework ... why?" I'll just put it this way: for an hour I had a bonding experience with Nicole that was interesting. We finally went to a piercing place and a young girl who, being Captain Obvious, pointed out "Ummm... your nose looks a little ... irritated."
Yes, it's in.
Ouch. My nose! Marsha, Marsha, Marsha. Good thing I'm not going out with the most popular guy in school tonight.